Unsung Heroine

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Most of my traumatic life was lived

One dire storyline at a time

Expressing disappointments

Or fresh heartbreaks of my life

Cynics thought friends; laughed, and say

It’s time boy for you to turn the page

Leaving me face down on the ground  

As they all easily walked away

But you never could or did

And helped erase dark times away

Until your life burned out too soon  

So, dear child when it comes to you

Nothing’s ever going to feel the same

And I just can’t… turn that page

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Restless

Jenna called to tell me you crossed

Think I felt my soul trying to follow

It was like my universe just stopped

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Never needed your embrace- more

Then I did in that frozen moment

Sometimes I think I’m still there

Sometimes it’s too hard to swallow

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Nothing about this made any sense

God, I wish I didn’t know how it felt

I don’t think it’s ever going to leave

It’s like an inhuman cruel hollowness

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That no place in a time of no returning

Echoes inside my heart each morning

It’s like morning promise… without a dawn

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Stranger Me’s

Hung head, hands in my pockets

Brisky summer mornings

Silence isn’t always golden

The grey fog rolls in heavy and soft

As a beacon’s light glows

Under a tenebrous atmosphere  

And I walk along- alone

My footprints drown some  

Shadows and wakes collide

Hard-to-swallow waves break

I can feel it all in my bones

Knowing you the way I do

Remains the only reason I still hang on

Yet, I get lost- sometimes…in-between us

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Polarities

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There are mornings I get lost

Staring out over the horizons

As if I’m watching my life play

Ignoring its memories, we made

Trying to comfort those feelings

Unaware tears have been falling

Nothing prepares you for- gone

Words sound foolish and wrong

Even if some sentiments are pure

Pain can’t distinguish life past hurt     

I’ve felt fires that were a bit cooler

I’ve felt no words that cut me deeper

Making friends with your finality

Is beyond anything left here… in me

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Captors vs saviors

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Other visiting seasons: dissimilar

The ones of interchanging parallels  

Without certainty which is which            

I may feel more like a faint hologram

Switched on or off by apathetic eyes   

Passed through like casual darkness        

Vacant despite my obvious presence        

Political prisoners have more rights

A voice that’s attentively listened to

Even if the prisoner’s demise is preset    

Loved ones are the worst of captors

Stealing our forgiveness and hearts  

Still, I pray daily for no negotiator

True self can’t succumb to be…lessor

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The list

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As soon as misery moves in to reside

You instinctively try to hide, everything

To create new do’s and don’ts for yourself

While a double binding of startling shock

Offering your ignored intuition- reprieve

Alongside a secret glow of fresh ridicule

An emotionally scarred withering of- life

Especially if, only you know it still hurts  

So, you pretend- healed, grin- moved on

To recapture even a semblance- of pride

Akin life before your tragic heartbreak

To live in betrayal of lied bitter truths    

Love feels so far from reality and desire

As you seek to overcome… tear by tear

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Material effect

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Somehow the right touch

Upon the right surface

Gentle and slow-moving

Calms eroding emotions

Stills a fluttering heart

Soothes an aggrieved mind

I recall you needing a silky

When it came to your bedtime

But only now have I realized

From your birth, you were mine

Your voice touched me, gently

Your hands held me- just right

Your presence stilled my heart

How badly I still need… my silky!

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You left us far too soon…

Passages

I’m living what has been foretold

In words, examples, and metaphors

Of days of my youth and triumphs

Of broken promises and tears cried

Of love- when it visited for a time

And of enduring broken heartaches

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I’ve heard Hawthorne’s whispers

As they rustled through the trees

Then quietly slide down shadows

To eventually sit here next to me

Neither did we speak to each other

But we shared an understood peace

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I understood far less than I really knew

But I always sought to secretly improve

Stupidly hoping; none be the wiser of me

But as the adage claims; I had my bliss

In mind, intentions, and my heart alike

Odd how we change into someone else

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One day far too soon for me even now

I’ll be the forgotten time…I borrowed

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Incumbent

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There are a great many things

I’ve managed to acclimate to

The good, bad, and even untruths

Some admittedly easier than others

While some, I don’t care to remember   

But- there are a few things in my life

I just don’t accept, I- I simply can’t

A couple that defies even my own will

Via obligatory power of the universe    

Power that taps fools and heroes alike    

A line, threshold, or that bridge too far 

It pushes you to that point of no return     

Much like love that we- claim to gift

In my mindset, love can’t be… bridled

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Inlet

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During a season of its own making

His bare footsteps stir midnight

Waking the dust and stars alike  

Lunar light reflects a sheer silence

He feels that rising tide coming

On her desk laid pictures taken

Capturing them in their moments

Her keen eye lived behind the lens

Intuitively he sat to re-envision- hers

Each snapshot brought her closer

So close, he felt her eyelashes brush

Just as a shooting star streaked by  

Adorned by a fresh scent of Jasmine

And all the vivid colors came to life    

If but only for a few microseconds          

Yet on an unforgotten soft sandy beach

Depicted in a pile of paper color sheets

Still beckoning to him outside his door

Where he visits- feeling his loneliest

A place his greatest love was found

Until it was lost- in the blink of an eye

Somewhere amongst rebroken waves

Stalled in time as well as in his mind

Neath twilight’s draped hours of greys

Roaring angst and quivered whispers

As the sand clutched tight in his hands

Fell from relinquished grains of pain

A broken-hearted soul left drowning

Inside a dream that left him stranded

As it sails outside the depths of his heart

On an ocean, he witnessed… unfound

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